With all of this talk of the cafe and Mom's great cooking I want to share with you her pecan pie recipe. My hubby always loved her pecan pie, so she passed on the recipe to me many, many years ago. It is fast to mix and bake and believe me you will love it --- Grab your mixing bowl and pie plate-----
1-- 9 inch pie crust---(my sister uses the bought ones--not me, I do it the good ole' way and roll my own..) Either kind works
3 eggs, beaten well
1 cup of sugar
1/4 stick of margarine--melted
1 cup of Karo Syrup (white)
1 teaspoon vanilla
Pecans to cover the top of pie--think it takes a couple of cups
Mix the above ingredients well
Pour into unbaked pie crust
Spread pecans on the top of pie, covering all of the top
Bake @ 350 for 35 min. or until done
I hope that you and your family will enjoy it as much as we have through the years. Mom never minded giving her recipes out to people, in fact she was always honored when asked to share one....ENJOY!!!!
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Monday, July 27, 2009
Truck Driving Gal
There are some things that you do growing up and you reflect back on the the incident you are amazed that you are still here and kicking..Freddie keeps reminding me that I haven't written this particular story so here it is---oh, by the way, I think this should put to rest any doubts that we all have a guardian angel.
I was left at home to watch after Mick,Mike and Cinda while Mom and Dad were working at the cafe----well, everything went real well until around 1 O'clock or so and the 2 little brothers decided that they didn't want to stay out there in the country any longer..they convinced me that we should take Daddy's "bob tail truck" (that he used to haul hay) we talked it over and made the decision that we could drive it into town ( 10 miles).
The major problem that we faced was that we were so young and driving ANY sort of vehicle was non existent. Heck, it didn't faze us, I was the oldest and tallest so I was the driver--Mickey remembered how Dad started up the truck and shifted gears so he helped me with that, while Mike sat on the floor and held the foot feed down. We didn't really know about the brake and clutch so I was mashing both of them down.
We managed to drive that old truck those 10 very long miles to town...had to cross a Hwy. and I do remember that we were pretty "spooked" over that but our angel must have cleared the way for these little idiots.. Dad always pulled the truck to the back of the cafe and parked --the alley was very narrow and I drove over some trash cans but other than that no harm was done, except Dad had to buy Mrs. Salmon a new trash can. Mike was still sitting in the truck floor helping with the driving and he gets to really pumping the breaks while I was mashing the clutch--When I asked--o.k. when I yelled at him asking what he was doing he told me this is how Daddy stops this thing!!
When we go walking into the cafe and Mom & dad see's us and wants to know how we got to town---wellllll,I knew right away my chances of going to the movies that week-end was slim to none!! Daddy gets real pale looking. They were NOT happy with any of us--Cinda stayed clear of trouble as she told them that she was too little to help us..
By the way --the reason sweet little Mike was pumping the brake like a pump jack gone wild was that Dad was having brake trouble and was waiting on the mechanic to come out to the house and look at it---he was afraid to drive it into town..
This "outlaw" blood that runs in the family just has to "crop" out every now and then . ..It's a thousands wonders that we didn't drive right through the back of the cafe . Yep, we were certainly protected but I just got to tell you, it was one heck of a ride!!
I was left at home to watch after Mick,Mike and Cinda while Mom and Dad were working at the cafe----well, everything went real well until around 1 O'clock or so and the 2 little brothers decided that they didn't want to stay out there in the country any longer..they convinced me that we should take Daddy's "bob tail truck" (that he used to haul hay) we talked it over and made the decision that we could drive it into town ( 10 miles).
The major problem that we faced was that we were so young and driving ANY sort of vehicle was non existent. Heck, it didn't faze us, I was the oldest and tallest so I was the driver--Mickey remembered how Dad started up the truck and shifted gears so he helped me with that, while Mike sat on the floor and held the foot feed down. We didn't really know about the brake and clutch so I was mashing both of them down.
We managed to drive that old truck those 10 very long miles to town...had to cross a Hwy. and I do remember that we were pretty "spooked" over that but our angel must have cleared the way for these little idiots.. Dad always pulled the truck to the back of the cafe and parked --the alley was very narrow and I drove over some trash cans but other than that no harm was done, except Dad had to buy Mrs. Salmon a new trash can. Mike was still sitting in the truck floor helping with the driving and he gets to really pumping the breaks while I was mashing the clutch--When I asked--o.k. when I yelled at him asking what he was doing he told me this is how Daddy stops this thing!!
When we go walking into the cafe and Mom & dad see's us and wants to know how we got to town---wellllll,I knew right away my chances of going to the movies that week-end was slim to none!! Daddy gets real pale looking. They were NOT happy with any of us--Cinda stayed clear of trouble as she told them that she was too little to help us..
By the way --the reason sweet little Mike was pumping the brake like a pump jack gone wild was that Dad was having brake trouble and was waiting on the mechanic to come out to the house and look at it---he was afraid to drive it into town..
This "outlaw" blood that runs in the family just has to "crop" out every now and then . ..It's a thousands wonders that we didn't drive right through the back of the cafe . Yep, we were certainly protected but I just got to tell you, it was one heck of a ride!!
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